Martha giggles, all excited and nods in agreement with Chris...she finds herself leaning closer to the gentlemen to talk...all bright eyed...leans on her cane as she does so and sneaks a swift look at the shoes and boots of nearby patrons as she checks on the welfare of her gown.
She looks back to Chris and Patrick, smiling...clearly enjoying the chat, she talks to both gents; "Ah! Ah! Sacramento is simply heaving with things to do! Simply heaving! There are museums...art galleries...parks to walk in...the reservior to gaze upon or fish within...or, goodness, even swim in, if one is bold..." she smiles, wide eyed at the notion, "...there are the nightclubs...the many stores...to shop for...well...whatever fancies attract you and, of course, there is the bridge to visit and any number of other sites to see...including the Old Town!" another smile as she talks to the gents, Martha quickly smooths out the side of her gown by her lame leg, taking the chance to carefully, maybe subtely, rub at the maimed thigh.